Grasping
The Part 54
Here ... in this foreign city the woman decided to stand. A completely unknown new city. Moderate determination to prepare mentally to lead an independent life.
Niar just got off the train which took him up to 4 hours to arrive in Yogyakarta City. The city of 'gede' with many areas that are used as tourist attractions. Not surprisingly, because there are many places that can be visited to spoil the eyes.
Feet down the train tracks without knowing the destination. I hope God will guide her so she doesn't get lost. The first time the woman went alone without any supplies. The picture of where we live is still unclear.
At times like this, a sense of hopelessness is struggling to influence the thought of ending life. Why survive in a cruel world without pity. The breath that was blown uselessly, dragged more and more into the darkness of the night. The moon was also reluctant to show shadows, changing dark clouds without stars plus strong winds that did not want to be friendly. It is a complete suffering that is being endured.
The body wrapped in a cloth jacket shivered coldly, it could still penetrate the night wind that was increasingly piercing the bones.
The more miserable the life is, the more God does not come to love.
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The edge of the railway became a path that he passed through. He kept going, hoping to find a way to find a place to live.
This time it approached a middle-aged mother to ask where there was a rental house that could be occupied. But the answer from the middle-aged mother was not a relief, he turned to find someone else to ask, but the same.
The sun began to rise, the stomach felt wrapped around feeling hungry. He remembered from yesterday afternoon had not had time to bribe rice. Too caught up with the problems at hand.
Niar's view to and fro looking for a grocery store that he can stop by. A lot of people don't care about strangers. Maybe they are busy with their own business.
Niar decided to buy a bowl of soto priced at Rp.10,000.00 the price is quite cheap without draining the bag. Although the shop is not spacious, but visitors who come look crowded.
After the stomach was filled, he stepped out and went back down the street. This time it has arrived on a paved road with a fairly solid vehicle. The tote bag he kept.
At this time not only the heart that feels tired, both feet since last night down the edge of the rail joined the rally to voice his fatigue, until Niar decided to take a short break by sitting on the sidewalk.
It's not all as easy as imagined. It is difficult, even very difficult to live life without a definite purpose. Now he knows why Mr. Bejo was so worried about letting go to a foreign city. In a city that has never been visited is very difficult to find help, they are too indifferent to newcomers.
However, there is relief in Niar's heart, so far there is no crime that is feared, as in the news that he has ever watched. The woman was really afraid of meeting bad people who could do terrible things.
The woman grimaced feeling the lower abdomen cramp. He rubbed slowly and slightly pressed so that the pain could disappear. After a while, he decided to continue his journey to find a rental house.
Feet that still feel sore he forced to walk again, no matter the situation around crowded and pedestrian traffic.
"Buk ..," call Niar to new mothers coming home from the market with a shopping cart.
"Yes, what's wrong?" ask the mother.
"I asked, Do you know where a house is rented?"
"On Imam Bonjol Street there are contracts that can be occupied, but the price is high. If near the Kulon Suburban Square there is a rental house as well, but ...," The mother was silent for a moment, "but the place is remote and rather shabby. When it comes to tariffs, the price is cheap there," he explained.
"When is the Kulon Town's Suburbs, where is it, Buk?" tanya Niar is less clear with the area mentioned by the mother.
"You just walk to Pasar Gede Terminal, there say the same angkot driver told nganterin to KoTa Ujung Kulon, they must know."
"Together, Son. Mother left first," said the middle-aged mother.
"Yes, Buk. Be careful and again thank you."
The middle-aged mother no longer answered, had passed away somehow to where she was going.
"Alhamdulillah, there is a place I can go. Hopefully it will be surged and can soon get a place to live."
Too excited, the woman was a hasty road to the Pasar Gede Terminal which is still quite far from where it is now. He did not pay attention to the direction of walking until ...
Tin ... Tin ...
Bruk ...
The pickup is on the brake by force, causing a loud noise. A driver immediately came out to clarify.
His two eyes glared at the sight of a human body lying unconscious.
"Mhrs ... Ma'am!!! Well, he's dead yet, huh? How's this?" be puzzled. If left alone he could not bear, but if in please would definitely be troublesome.
"It looks like my car tires did not touch his legs, deh, but this Mbak can faint. Was he shocked when I heard the car horn?"
"Mistake the road itself instead of being sidelined even to the middle of it, right, not my fault." The man is a monologue himself.
"The one that hit this Mba passed out? It must be responsibility! Don't run away! Take it to the hospital before it's too late. If until the victim of this accident dies, the business will be complicated," demanded other pedestrians who began to flock.
"Tomorrow until death, anyway. Look, there's no blood coming out, meaning he's okay, "we're a man who starts to get scared but is covered with a brave attitude.
"There was no blood coming out, afraid that there was an internal wound, it was dangerous. Anyway, I have to take the responsibility of bringing the mother to the hospital. If not, we'll call the police" a passerby threatened.
"Yes Mas, if you do not want to take it to the hospital mending we report to the police just let it be in prison!" the other timpal.
The man was upset. "Alright, help me lift this mama's body to the car. Let me take him to the hospital." Forced to take responsibility rather than being reported to the police and thrown in jail, his future will be bleak.
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Hayo .. meet who?🤔 curious not?